GOOD MEN
My husband Dave is almost perfect. Did you hear the "almost" and the tone of my voice? He spoils me terribly, and is very handy around the house. He can do anything construction related. But this morning I have circles under my eyes and feel like something the mongoose Wilson dragged out from under the house.

We were painting the utility room. (Bad, since paint makes me sick, but that's another story.) Now mind you, we'd talked about this for several days. We were going to do ALL of it so it was done when they bring my new washer and dryer this morning. Things were going fine at first. He got out the pan and roller and had the celing rolled on in half an hour. I glanced at my watch and thought, "hey, we'll be done with this in plenty of time for me to watch the show on wildfires." Wrong.

Do I look like a mind reader? I didn't think so. But my darling hubby loves me and must think I can do more than read a character's mind. He dallied in the bathroom washing out the pan for half an hour. Then he stood around watching me paint trim for another half an hour. He was "letting the roller dry out." In reality he'd really wanted to do that painting on Saturday and just move the washer and dryer out of the way. All he really intended to do was the ceiling, but he never told me this. I was just supposed to read it in his actions.

After several pointed, prodding comments from me, he grumbled and finally began to roll the wall paint on. It took him an hour, and we didn't get to bed until going on 11:30. When I pointed out we would have had it done if he hadn't dragged his feet, he was insulted. That was when he informed me about the Saturday idea, and I heard this Tuesday night plan was "all my idea." LOL! I asked him who that man was I talked this over with in Lowe's on Monday night. (yes, we had to make ANOTHER trip to Lowe's.) He reluctantly admitted it was him.

I guess mind reading is another skill I'm going to have to work on.